Friday, May 9, 2014

Bright Words, No. 3


Chockablock

The Georgia GOP Senate primary is chockablock with Republicans who voted for the cuts — one of them will be running against Michelle Nunn, who hasn’t. -- Beutler, B. "Why the Republican Mediscare attack is magically dwindling," web article, Salon.com. March 5, 2014.

Defined:(free dictionary) Squeezed together; jammed.Completely filled; stuffed, Nautical Drawn so close as to have the blocks touching. Used of a ship's hoisting tackle


My Take: San Jose native Joey “Jaws” Chestnut face was a chockablock with 69 frankfurters  in 10 minutes to win his seventh  mustard-colored  championship belt at Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest  in New York.

Sources:  
http://www.salon.com/2014/03/05/gops_magically_dwindling_mediscare_attack/
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/chockablock
http://www.nathansfamous.com/index.php/hot-dog-eating-contest


Thursday, May 8, 2014

Bright Words, No. 2


Larping

More than 70 people were armed with daggers and swords in Fairmount Park Saturday. They stormed the field, competing for a replica of Ice, the sword used by Eddard Stark in the Game of Thrones series, in Nerd Union’s inaugural War of Thrones LARP Event. -- Duran,C. "Nerds Union storms Fairmont Park," web article, The Sunflower newspaper. April 27, 2014.

Defined: (urban dictionary) a type of game where a group of people wear costumes representing a character they create to participate in an agreed fantasy world. Uses foam sticks as swords, foam balls as magic and other props to create the games world.


My Take: James Danceforth's chest heaved in a chain-linked vest and his eyes widened as he jousted against his archenemy in a muddy mot during a larping battle in Glen Park. 

Sources:  
http://www.thesunflower.com/entertainment/article_3d6f839e-ce87-11e3-a480-001a4bcf6878.html

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Japanese Internment Memorial



A calm Hawaiian morning exploded into chaos as Japanese bombers blanketed the sky with torpedoes that tore into the USA naval fleet at Pearl Harbor and took 2,403 American lives on December 7, 1941.

“All of a sudden, three aircrafts flew right overhead. They were pearl gray with red dots on the wing  Japanese,” said Daniel Inouye at 17 when he was the son of Japanese immigrants living in Honolulu,  to PBS. “I knew what was happening. And I thought my world had just come to an end.”

Inouye was a teen like Ruth Asawa, artist of the Japanese Internment Memorial, when panic swept America. 

 Anxious rumors labeled Japanese immigrants as “enemy aliens” who were cohorts in on the surprise attack that drew the US into World War II.  The angry mob swelled many called for Japanese Issei and Nisei (first wave immigrants and their US-born children) to be removed. Agitators included the head of the California Grower-Shipper Vegetable Association, who said to PBS: 

“If all of the Japs were removed tomorrow, we’d never miss them… because the white farmers can take over and produce everything the Jap grows. And we don’t want them back when the war ends, either.”

President Roosevelt heard the call and he responded to the alleged ‘national security threat’ with Executive  Order 9066, authorizing the military to imprison Japanese families in February 1942. 

Asawa ‘s father was  60 and a  farmer when  he was arrested by the FBI and sent to New Mexico. The artist’s entire family was among 110,000 Japanese Americans on the West Coast who were removed and caged in 10 government-sanctioned internment camps. Hawaiian powerful landowners opposed the mass internment and Japanese American farmers, laborers and families – 40 percent of the island’s population – remained free.

On the mainland, California farmers held ‘fire sales’ of their property in a rush to handle their affairs  and prepare their families for an April 1942 evacuation. Asawa captured farmers in her mural, many of them left behind more than 458,000 acres of rich California land they controlled in the 1940s. 

Pinned with a number on their chest and armed with only what they could carry they were removed from their homes, unsure of their future. Many  internees arrived unprepared for the hard conditions that awaited in California, Arizona, Wyoming, Utah, Idaho, Arkansas and Colorado.  Families faced cold winds, meager supplies and tight spaces. Yet innovative internees inside the wired fences plowed small gardens, started newspapers and organized baseball teams. 

The Supreme Court sat idle as civil rights lawyers challenged the imprisonment.  Japanese American families finally emerged from the camps in 1945. Later the nation apologized and gave Japanese Americans reparations.

Sad to say history - on different scales - has already repeated itself in this nation. During Occupy Wall Street, peaceful protesters were arrested in  New York City (while riots in Oakland lead to violence). Also after tragedy of September 11, Arabs were targets of hate crimes, sought for deportation and questioned regarding their American allegiances.  

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Sunday, April 6, 2014

A Look at ZZ Packer's Drinking Cofee Elsewhere: "Every Tongue Confess"


Syrupy colloquialisms glaze the sketch that ZZ Packer uses to unpack a narrow-minded, judgmental Christian caricature in “Every Tongue Shall Confess” short story. 
Readers seep into the mind of Sister Clareese Mitchell on Missionary Sunday. She is perpetually obedient with an undercurrent of rage as she wears a stark white dress during her monthly cycle and sits fearful of a bloody downpour at Greater Church Emmanuel Pentecostal of the Fire Baptized.
Packer layers the self-righteous Bible tooting stereotype by using similes to show an introverted, dateless woman who seeks to drive the hell fire out of others. Yet Sister Clareese remains clueless to her own blazing resentment that targets everyone in her midst. Packer shows the cross-eyed lead character with twisted eyes and a twisted view of showing God’s love to others.
Sister Clareese leads the church choir and sits on her perch in the choir stand glaring down at all: 'the liar,' a deacon who vulgarly groped her; the 'flashy' Pastor Everett; and the possible ‘pick pocket’ ex-con who is visiting. 
 The author jets between Emmanuel Pentecostal and cutaways of Sister Clareese working as a RN at University Hospital. The sister puts on the “Armor of God” to fight for souls and do good works; while she forgets God call for her to love and forgive.  
 
Packer’s is a master at character development; she frames Sister Clareese as an intelligent Jesus freak who has lost her way in her zeal to win souls for Christ. The Christian is caught presses her ‘come to Jesus message’ a bit too hard on jubilant amputee and musician, Cleophus.  He questions: “Why does God allow pain in the world?”  She answers with a loud voice and storms out the hospital room as the amputee falls to the ground –and her caring facade unravels.  
Packer seems to take a swing at know-it-all Christians such as Sister Clareese who bruise the unchurched with their dogmatic proselytizing and overlook the need to first show love.  The hospital makes her pay for her misstep  in yelling at a patient, by suspending Sister  Clareese.
She seems to miss the wake up call to put the brakes on her overbearing evangelism. It seems like Packer gives her lead no arch – she stays stuck the whole story. Packer, in the last few lines, however, gives her a chance to be redeemed. Cleophus visits her church and his mere presence on Missionary Sunday seems like a fig leaf of friendship and hope after their debacle.


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Quincy Jones relaxes in interview withTerry Gross (2001, interview for Fresh Air No. 6)

Thin ties and slim slacks were in vogue when award-winning producer  and Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee Quincy Jones hit the 1950s jazz scene.

Jones as a teen, played the trumpet and performed on the Seattle jazz scene with musical icon Ray Charles. He  later got the call to join a musical powder keg led by dynamic bandleader Lionel Hampton. Noted Fresh Air Host Terry Gross asked a 80-year-old Jones to recall his glory days in  Hampton’s band and reflect on his production of “Thriller”  in a 2001 interview.

Gross lets Jones play in his sweet spot during their relaxed chat. He takes her lead and listeners hear moments where he played with the luminaries of jazz: Charlie Parker, Art Farmer and Charles Mingus.

“And I loved Hampton for having that ambidexterity because he liked great music, but he also liked to level his audience and take no prisoners. Until they were wrung out, he was not satisfied,” Jones told Gross in 2001.

But those amazing musical geniuses led Jones to pick up his pen and arrange/produce music - admitting they were out of his league.

She asked: “Why didn’t you solo more often?”

A salty question for an artist, yet by this time he is at ease and takes in stride sharing about writing taking more time from playing; others being better. Gross detailed background research is evident as she pulls out Jones experience and inquires about his successes as a young talent and failings as he didn’t make the grade as a No. 1 trumpeter.

She laces the radio interview with musical clips from major artists who recorded works produced by Jones.

“Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars and let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand; in other words, baby, kiss me,” sang by old blue eyes, Frank Sinatra.

Jones celebrates the dexterity he learned from playing various sets from comedy clubs, strip clubs to tennis all-white clubs.  Also how that shaped his ability to producer for the greats of his youthful era and into the 1990s with Michael Jackson’s all-time best seller “Thriller”.

She whisk him through his connection with Jackson in an attempt to add a valuable musical moment but also to draw in younger audience, who might have felt lost by the earlier jazz era focus.


Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Mystery Person. No.



Cropped cuts in fire red or long curls in burnt brownish blond,  this six-time Grammy winner is known for wearing more hair than clothes. Her fashion sets global trends and her voice has won her #1 Billboard Dance status for years. She is BFF with Katy Perry. Her staccato dance moves and swinging hips remind fans of her island roots. Landing on VOGUE for three times and on the "sexiest women alive" list at GQ - her life and influence are nonstop.

She collaborates with rap royalty Jay-Z and Kanye West. Her tracks fill headphones from US to London, and her name fills sold-out stadiums. But a girl just wants to be loved ... in her quest, she landed on the police blotter after being hit by famed boyfriend. Domestic violence advocates and mothers were heated: rallying online for her to cut the abusive man and denounce  the act. Yet this diva drove into the storm, continuing to date the soul singer. Headlines aside, she has been a chart topper since meeting  a producer in her native Barbados. Sharing the stage with Hoova to Eminem. She has joined the chart-topping ranks of Madonna, Lady Gaga and others.

The world has answered her call to turn the music up: "Hey mister, hey mister DJ, turn the music up!"

Who is she?

Favorite Writing. Junot Diaz "Drown" No. 2


I became a bibliophile for the works of Junot Diaz after a random day flipping pages of “Drown” at a San Jose bookstore.

Diaz has a swift and honest modern voice. His self-abrasive tone won my empathy; and his use of Dominican cultural cues, drew my laughter and interest in his short stories. 

“Drown” is a gathering of scenes on the back of an autobiographic arc.  Diaz explores youth in Dominican Republic (DR) using the first-person narrative. He writes as the younger brother to his nemesis Rafa. He shares bruising words slung at him by Rafa in boyhood wars for verbal one-upmanship. Vibrant and intoxicating images place you in moments with this duo: him at age 9 and Rafa at 12.

Arriving at a remote DR campo to visit their relatives for the summer, they are away from their mother and their Santo Domingo hometown. The brothers turn from being distant to being comrades hunting for fun, san TV and electricity. The youngest also seeks details on transforming from age 9 into his cool, attractive brother -- who brags about his adventures with girls.

A dry, barren landscape has them trapped but Diaz words unleash a masterful, literary tome punctuated with street poetics for readers to explore. He uses form to tell and his experiences to break the ice.
Rafa , who was older and expected more, woke every morning pissy and dissatisfied. He stood out on the patio in his shorts and looked over the mountains, at the mists that gathered like water, at the brucal tress that blazed like fires on the mountain. This, he said, is shit. 
Worse than shit, I said. 
 Yeah, he said, and when I get home, I’m going to go crazy – chinga all my girls and then chinga everyone else’s...  
Tio Miguel had chores for us (mostly we chopped wood for the smokehouse and bright water up from the river) but we finished these as easy as we threw off our shirts, the rest of the day punching us in the face. We caught jaivas in the streams and spent hours walking across the valley to see girls who were never there; we set traps for jurones we never caught and toughened up our roosters with pails of cold water. We worked hard at keeping busy. 
"Drown" short stories – Junot Diaz, Riverhead Books, 1996